Smoke on Ft Dom Kennedy and Strong Arm Steady
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I'm back to getting money, in back of bitches cars grabbing bras
Pull over right here by this mall
I'll fuck you right here on this bar
She laugh like I'm playing, I took her to the room where I was staying
Told her I can tell you got a little man, but you ain't got no plans
I just wanna fuck you out your pants
Play something so I can watch you dance
She felt me by the hand, I could really tell she was a fan
Cause she kept telling me "Dom do it again, again"
I didn't even have to sneak it in
She told me next time we'll meet up
With her friend, I said who and when
Grabbed my iPhone and got my brim
The words sort of sounded like "Kim"
I was like "Kim, I already heard she one of them"
And it's nothing like getting new girls
Well, that's unless you hitting two girls
Raps galore, perhaps one day I might win awards
I'm penning for that type of shit, that's what the fuck we in it for
More than what you bargained for, and then some more
My worthy cause never watched an episode of Jersey Shore
And furthermore, I be with the hits on some Dodger shit
Taking off a Polo sweater like Mr. Rogers did
And I ain't even into the flaws, I rather be a boss
Kick my feet up on the desk, lighting up cigars
Look, I'm tryna get my golf game under par
Smother bars over and over y'all, like Shalamar
Get my 80's off like Paid in Full
Dom tell 'em they ain't wear that shit until we made it cool
He run the new school so I copped him a bottle
Always in the streets hustling, fucking with models
Gone in the wind like I'm in Chicago
Nigga El Veterano, L.A. wherever I go
Every day a different girl, they say my whip fly
I'm on that Cali weed, so I stay high
It ain't no limit to the sky
I'm the truth, that's no lie
I'm drinking on a cup of lean
I don't count it, I use a money machine
My team will squash the issue
So when we walk in, you know that it's official
That kush, smoke on
Moms named me marvelous, hood's wonderful
Bring what most artists get, nigga and I'll double you
This ain't no gang sign, homie, it's a W
It reps where I lay my head at, want no trouble
Chrome polished by a pretty pristine from Panama
24 But looks 19 with no panties on
Cowards not allowed on my team, it's like nothing's wrong
In and out of every boutique, all credit cards
Bartender I don't drink, go and serve 'em up
Bottles for all of the girls that's gon' swerve with us
Titties out, top floor suites, but still not sure
If they saw me on TV, but left twat sore
I'm about my next CD, my next world tour
To purchase an impeccable V with Lambo doors
I am not Rambo, nigga, but still a soldier
A fortune on the balcony burning at the Biltmore
For sure
Every day a different girl, they say my whip fly
I'm on that Cali weed, so I stay high
It ain't no limit to the sky
I'm the truth, that's no lie
I'm drinking on a cup of lean
I don't count it, I use a money machine
My team will squash the issue
So when we walk in, you know that it's official
That kush, smoke on